DON’T LOOK NOW, but I have experienced my sartorial Nietzsche and the nag moment. I’m not saying I’m a philosophical genius. [Whispers:I am.] However, I have been sickened, dizzied, and moved to sobbing horror by a foray abroad. Th is epochal event took place not in Turin, but Antwerp, where I had journeyed to supply you with a winning little number on the Antwerp Six and everyone else putting the lux into Benelux.
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